The Shatagee-Horn of the Beast

On September 11th, at around 2 pm, Mr. and Mrs. McAdams heard a child’s cry from the forest, they were so startled by the sound that they felt an overwhelming urge to run to the spot where the sound was coming from. They ran through the forest and they saw a man and woman, about 20 meters away from them, sitting under a tree. The woman was feeding off of the blood of a man, lying next to her. We managed to see through a nearby tree branches a pile of human bones, that had clearly been torn apart and left on the ground. The tree under which the Wendigo were eating and the nearby piles of bones indicate that it was a Wendigo who bit the man to death, ripping off the man’s flesh from head to toe and then using his own two hands to put pieces of the man in his mouth, tearing off his skin.

For the past few months, we have been witnessing several sightings of Wendigo in the area and they’ve always been around the Horn of the Beast. Just last week, we saw two Wendigo on the Horn, one of them even managed to break through. We were able to track their movements by using the GPS in our phone and now we have photographic evidence that proves that they were not just feeding off of the leaves that were on the ground or some other food source and that they were actually eating human flesh.

The Shatagee-Horn of the Beast is not just made of horn, it’s also made of blood. Now, for that blood to rise, the Wendigo must be fed.

The photographic evidence that we got from our witness, clearly show that, this Wendigo is a cannibalistic man-eater that killed, raped and ate human flesh. The Wendigo we saw was a short man, only about 5’3”, we managed to take some photos of him after he ran off and we tried to get a photo of the woman but we weren’t able to because she was running so fast.

The man we saw had long red hair, almost to his waist, and he was wearing the skin of another man, just like the woman did. This means that these cannibalistic man-eaters don’t just feed off of human flesh; they also take their skins and wear it as armor.

After looking through the photos that we took, we saw the remains of the woman’s necklace, made of human teeth.

After we managed to capture the pictures of the Wendigo, we followed the woman and she hid under the trees. We saw her go into an old abandoned farmhouse that the Wendigo used as a hideout for their crimes.

The next day, we went into the Horn of the Beast, and we filmed the Horn, using the video that we captured the night before. We didn’t want to go inside the Horn because the Wendigo could be inside, but they are still there, so we wanted to check. We went back to the Horn and we found a large number of small piles of human remains, with Wendigo excrements nearby. Some of the excrements were shaped like bones and there were even some in the form of a skull and bones with horns. We found more human bones, lying next to a pile of human flesh. They are all fresh and it looks as if they were placed there after the Wendigo had been eating them.

We managed to take photos of the human bones on the ground. In our opinion, it seems like the Wendigo were digging for bones, as well as eating the human flesh, as they were digging. If we were to guess, we would say that these human bones were eaten by the Wendigo, either for their flesh or for their health. We don’t think they would have eaten human flesh unless it was already dead.

We continued to take photos until we found a Wendigo mask, made of human skin. It was the exact same kind of mask that we saw on the Wendigo in the woods, next to the horn of the Beast. These photographs also prove that the Wendigo have been living in this area for a very long time. They have been living with us and we’ve only just now noticed it. It’s obvious that they have been living here for quite some time, perhaps a thousand years. This is why they are so familiar with us, as if they are used to being near us, but only as prey.

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Response

jomjael

October 17, 2024

Letter to the Editor of TSAHTAHKWA’KIAK LIFE:

Dear Editors,

I read with great interest, and I must admit a certain incredulity, the article published about the Wendigo sightings near the Horn of the Beast. As someone who has spent his whole life in the region, with family roots running deep in Chateaugay Lake’s history, I can’t help but offer a few thoughts, questions, and perhaps some corrections.

First, let me start by acknowledging the significance of the Wendigo legend. My great-grandfather, who settled by the lake in the early 1820s, often told tales passed down from the Abenaki, who spoke of malevolent spirits in the woods. The Wendigo was feared not only for its hunger for flesh but for what it represented—insatiable greed, cold-heartedness, and the loss of humanity. But never, in all the stories my father told me as a boy, did the Wendigo wear human skins as armor or hide out in abandoned farmhouses like some villain from a dime novel.

Now, I’m not saying your report is outright impossible, but certain details seem, well, a bit stretched. For example, the description of “Wendigo excrements shaped like bones and skulls” raises more questions than it answers. I can’t help but wonder whether you were seeing something else entirely. It’s been a long-standing joke around these parts that tourists often mistake the natural decay of the forest for something supernatural. I remember once, back in the 1920s, a New Yorker swore he saw a dragon on Upper Chateaugay Lake. Turns out it was just a particularly large log floating downstream.

And another thing—Wendigo or not, I’d be very curious to know exactly how you got close enough to capture photographic evidence without becoming dinner yourselves. Most folks I’ve talked to who claim to have seen the Wendigo are usually too busy running in the opposite direction to pull out their cameras. Though, I suppose in this day and age, anything can be caught on film if you’re fast enough.

As for the “Horn of the Beast”—now, that’s a new one to me. I’ve never heard any of the old-timers refer to a place by that name, and I’ve walked every inch of these woods. Could it be that you’re referring to what we locals call Pratt’s Ridge? If so, I would encourage more research into the actual history of the place before tying it to these wild Wendigo sightings. While I won’t deny that strange things have been known to happen in the Adirondacks, there’s often a simpler explanation to what seems like pure terror in the moment.

Now, I don’t want you to think this letter is all criticism. On the contrary, your story adds an eerie modern twist to old folklore, and I admire the creativity behind it. It got people talking, which, in these times, is no small feat. And let’s face it—the Wendigo legend, in whatever form it takes, continues to captivate us because it taps into something deep and primal. After all, as my father used to say, “The Wendigo isn’t just a creature; it’s a warning about what happens when a man loses his way.”

So, while I’m not convinced there’s a tribe of skin-wearing Wendigo out there (and I suspect my great-grandfather would have mentioned it if there were), I do appreciate your dedication to keeping the legends alive. Just be careful with those “facts” of yours. Up here, in the woods and the quiet of Chateaugay Lake, the line between fact and fiction is thin enough without pushing it over the edge.

Sincerely,
Jerome Winters
Route 2,
Chateaugay, N.Y. 12920

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